Matilda is the next victim.

The bottle spun for an agonizingly long time, going around and around and around again before it slowed to a stop right in front of Matilda. All the colour drained from Matilda's face when she realized what was about to happen. She looked up at Gemma, and then back down at the bottle still shaking on the floor of the party. No amount of shaking would make it budge past pointing at where Matilda was sitting.

"Oh fuck," she said.

Gemma burst out laughing. It made her chest bounce in a way that made Abigail stare at her nipples and made her mouth fall open, but she quickly shut it again. She was being rude. Abby looked Gemma in the eyes as the upper-year girl laughed at Matilda. "Bad luck, Matty," Gemma teased. "So what's it gonna be? Truth or dare? Are you gonna puss out on me?"

Matilda looked like she was going to vomit, or burst a blood vessel. She had gone as pale as her Miami-beach-tan would allow her to go. "Oh fuck," she said again. "Fine. Uh. I guess I'll choose..." she fidgeted around in her seat, keeping her eyes off of Gemma as long as possible. The upper year girl still looked like she was about to feast on a decadent, delicious meal. Abigail supposed that that meal was Matilda.

"Clock is ticking Matty," Gemma said. "Pick one."